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When a promise was a lie
Everything I wished for, everything I dreamed of, in my grasp.
The dream became my nightmare. Torturing me by showing me what I want and need in life. Turning into something ugly and twisted. I have become a shell of what I spent years building myself up to be.
It’s like I’ve crawled through the dirt and mud to get to the ladder, I climbed so I high I could feel the sun on my face and the ...
Monday 12th March 2018 12:13 am
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